MATURE:

Illumi looked up from Hisoka's attack, Kikyo cranked her head from glaring down at her husband beneath her spiked heel and even Feitan managed a glance over at the door, which had been just kicked in.

The Violet Vicar, as they called him, sauntered in, carrying in a body that could have been made of plastic. Plastic, however, didn't squeal like this body did. A crooked smirk marked the pale face as he noted the stares around him lingering on the scene he caused. He announced that he had finally brought the "doll" that everyone asked about. One-of-a-kind. A rare gem. An exceptional find.

Hisoka muttered something sharp and funny. Silva dared to sneak a peak. Shizuku blushed just thinking about it.

Swaggering over to a large armchair, the doll was tossed down and everyone now noticed that Chrollo wasn't wearing his usual jacket-- instead, he was draped with a long black pea coat. His pants were tighter than one could imagine and ripped to absolute smithereens. It was a wonder how he even got them on, but thank goodness he did-- everyone in the room was thankful. The doll looked over the man before them, drooling in admiration.

Just under six feet tall, emotionally stable and vulnerable, financially secure and did they not mention how strong he was? What wasn't to desire? That was however, all for them right now. In one swift move, Chrollo whipped his coat off and revealed the beautiful body beneath it. Squealing, the doll was clearly thrilled by the barely-there tank top that was underneath the coat. It was better than nothing, because Chrollo knew they loved this look best. Flicking his hair back, he served a look that made their body quiver with anticipation. A look that said it was the doll's turn to remove their coat.

There was some cute hesitation-- only Chrollo knew what was beneath, because he had picked it out himself. But as his tongue snuck over his lip, followed by a delicate nibble by his teeth, the coat was quickly removed.

No one in the room was unaccustomed to such cute lingerie, or even the chastity belt that was locked around the lower half of the doll, but they were certainly unaccustomed to the gentlemanly act that Chrollo was putting on. Normally, he was undressed and thrusting by now and was therefore acting out of character.

They listened as he asked his doll if they wanted the key and got a darling response. But it didn't matter-- he would never give in that easily to his doll. They were certainly smarter than him and wouldn't find any stimulation by simply being given the key to their desire. Instead, the key disappeared and Chrollo pulled the doll up by their arm. Taking a dramatic seat, legs spread just enough to showcase his desire and arms behind his head, he invited them to look for the key any way that they wanted to.

The challenge was immediately accepted. Hitching one leg onto the arm of the luxurious chair, the doll leaned into Chrollo, placing each hand on either side of his body. Delicately, they rubbed their cheek against his feather-soft raven hair, before dragging their face down his own, stopping to whisper dirty, horrible, wonderful things in his ear. Enamored, he tilted the ear towards the doll, who obediently took a light taste, earning a thrust from the seated man. But alas, the key wasn't there. Checking the other side unsuccessfully, they dropped their leg beside his lap and moved onto the neck. Dragging their nose, lips and tongue over every inch-- there was nothing to be found but absolute delight. An excruciating lip bite was the reward for the thorough search, but the next decision was one for the memory banks. Taking a seat on Chrollo's well-muscled thigh, the doll spun around in one smooth move, straddling and maybe even grinding just a bit the tortured soul beneath them. Surely, if the key was there, they would feel it.

Slowly leaning down, not even the chastity mechanism kept Chrollo's leg dry from what was leaking out of the doll.  Eventually, Chrollo found his face with a full-frontal view of his favorite posterior in the lands, as their skillful hands massaged and tickled down his leg. Gently, his plaything rolled over so that their spine lay on the opposite thigh, repeating the process upside.

He couldn't resist. His large, cold hand landed on the hot neck of his doll and dragged itself down until the pleasure center had been reached. Coated in plastic, all he could feel was the heat, but even that was enough for him let out a breath of unbridled desire. Using their core strength, the doll sat back up and straddled his entire lap between their legs. Immediately, their hands went searching over every cord of muscle in Chrollo's abdomen. Finding still nothing, they finally made their way to the thick cord made not of muscle hiding in the shredded pants of the man beneath them. Gently, they pushed themselves off of the beloved lap and onto their knees on the floor between Chrollo's legs. Through the pants, the doll's tongue searched the coveted spot which most definitely held the key. The top-- hot and hard-- the tip-- soft and pliable-- the bottom-- pulsating with blood-- and finally the base, which had a suspiciously key shaped item near it.

Things weren't always as hard as they seemed-- unless it was Chrollo. He was much harder than he had ever seemed. And no one had you praying for relief than the Violet Vicar himself.

Might add a follow-up, but I'm obsessed with leaving it here right now <3 Check out my other HxH works and works in general (I have at least 50 ;) mostly dirtier than this)